Hiding Place

v1
I couldn’t find away
Every step I was more afraid
I could feel the panic rising up in me
No where to go, each step unsure
I wanted to run but there was only fear
No strength to fight, and nowhere safe to flee

v2
Hopeless beyond all remedy
A song without a melody
Out of control just waiting for the end
I close my eyes, but can’t escape
Consumed by fear, I start to shake
I reach out for You, my only friend

c
And peace invades my chaos
Hope’s revived, restored
I breathe in deep, the fear is gone
You’re my refuge in the storm
Though the darkness still surrounds me
And I still can’t see the way
You will never leave me or forsake me
You will be my hiding place

Grace Again

V
I don’t think I’d want to see through Your eyes
The choices You face, the tears that You cry
You bring it together in Your perfect way
But it must break Your heart to look on our pain

The choices we make as we cling to our pride
Our secrets destroy us, as we stubbornly hide
We try to hold on to what cannot be held
We pass on Your joy, as we think of ourselves

C
I want to love the way that You do
I want a heart that will always be true
Filled with compassion, seasoned with grace
Quick to show mercy, the first to embrace
Give me Your words to comfort the poor
Give me Your hands to heal and restore
I want to love the way that You do
But I can’t on my own, so make me anew

V
I can’t understand, the world You see
How it all fits together in divine mystery
I don’t understand Your mercy and grace
When we’ve turned from presence, and hid from Your face

The Grind

V1
Another heavy morning
It hurts to get out of bed
Get two feet to the floor
And try and lift my aching head

Just another day of many
They all move by so fast
Get to work and make it home
Just to find your life has passed

V2
Drink another coffee
Green tea is good for health
Exercise and no red meat
Try to tighten up the belt

So much to do, so little time
But everyday is just the same
Hoping when it all is done
The end is worth the pain

Chorus
I lay down my life again
One day at a time
I lay down my life again
Given to the grind
I lay down my life again
Until there’s nothing left
I lay it down for you my friend
I’ve given you my best

Rain

I can smell the rain, finally coming down
Gentle drops on this dirty town
It’s been so long, we’ve gotten old
We forgot the feeling of the thunder’s roll

I can feel the rain, stream off my face
Soak through my clothes, I’m so awake
Years of drought are swept away
The rain has come, it’s a brand new day

Pour out Your Rain upon this barren place
We need Your voice, we long to see Your face
My lips are cracked, and I feel so weak
Let Your Rain pour over me
Let Your Rain pour over me

It’s been so long since I’ve felt alive
Wasted years, trying to just survive
But the rain has come, All things our new
Life from death, we’ve been renewed.

Song #49

The trial is for a season
But the seasons last for years
Time keeps marching on
In time with endless tears

Seasons turn to a lifetime
And it’s over before you know
Dreams are left undone
As the list of regrets just grows

But You have been my friend
Through the never ending storms
You have been the smile
Upon this face so worn
You have been my strength
For every one more step
You are my peace thousand times
My hope in life and death

I don’t want to waste another year
Trying to fill what can’t be filled
Don’t want to miss Your simple grace
And the comfort of Your will

If You give another year
To number all my days
Or give me just another breath
I will sing Your praise

Light a Fire

Light a fire in the night
See smiles dance by fire light
Smell the smoke, hear the crackle of the flames
I can feel the warmth within my bones
The cold is gone, I’m not alone
Light a fire, and I am not afraid

And I will dance within Your light
And I will sing throughout the night
You’ve put Your fire deep inside of me
I’ll lift my hands like a child
Laugh with joy and make You smile
Light a fire and I have been set free

The night is dark, the winter cold
But You held me close throughout it all
I was hopeless but You never let me go
Tired and broken, with no more tears
You came to me softly and spoke to my fears
You lit a fire, and You held me in it’s glow

praise

I take a breath
Feel the life move through my veins
Overwhelmed
By Your amazing grace
I never dreamed
I would I ever live again
I’ve been set free
From the death I held within
 
You rescued me
When I could not save myself
I could not breathe
Pulled under by the swell
But You were there
You caught me in Your arms
I reached the end
But there I was restored
 
There is Light
When the shadows start to fall
There is strength
When I cannot even crawl
There is a Voice
That speaks into my storm
There’s new Life
When this body has been worn

Success

Today I spent my lunch finishing up some horn charts at a local coffeeshop. Apparently, it was really easy to see my screen because people kept asking me what I was doing and why. Overall it was a great conversation starter, but I really did want to get some work done, so I tried to keep it short and sweet. (I really am trying to work on the sweet part.)

One guy in particular really wanted to talk; this became apparent when he sat down at my table. He began telling me his story about how hard it is to “make it” in music, and how he had tried this and that and the other thing, how many people had flaked on him, how rude club owners could be, how bands think he’s too old, and that if he just had the right band THEN he could start a “buzz”. I let him talk and made sure to listen and even made sure to look AT him when he talked (I just heard a message on this not too long ago and felt pretty convicted). After his sad story, he asked me how much churches paid and whether or not I thought he could be successful doing that.

So many thoughts rushed through my head, but there was so little I could say that I felt he’d be able to receive.

I’m sure I could have come up with a much better response, definitely a more spiritual one, but I was a little overwhelmed.

I asked him why he couldn’t just play just because he enjoyed it.

He said it was hard to put so much in and get so little out.

This made me sincerely sad. I’m sure there’s been a time where I’ve felt the same way (if I was completely honest with myself), but it’s been a long time. These days every time I pick up an instrument to play, I get a tingling feeling almost like it’s magical. There’s an unconscious, or many times a conscious, thought of “Wow, I get to play this; I get to make music!”. I feel unbelievably privileged.

I didn’t tell him this. Instead, I told him that in order to be a successful musician, he would have to give up promoting himself. I didn’t expect him to be able to receive it, he’s done nothing but try to promote himself for 30 or 40 years, maybe longer.

But there was so much more I wanted to tell him.

I wanted to tell him that he could be a successful musician and that it actually wouldn’t be too hard… I wanted him to know the joy I have in my music “career”.

But it all starts with giving up on trying to promote yourself.

If he would have asked… (in retrospect, maybe I should have pushed the issue)

How to have a successful music career.
(This isn’t the only way, won’t work for everyone, disclaimer, legal stuff, blah, blah, blah)

Start by putting the instrument down and stop listening to music. For at least 6 months. Read the whole Bible, meditate on it, let it cut through you. Even if you’re an atheist there’s good stuff in there. (Your chops will deteriorate. This is good. They weren’t getting you anything anyways, and they’ll come back better.)

Get a bike or a kayak or take up jogging, something outside that takes awhile to do. Alone. Spend this time in prayer and meditation. Even if you don’t believe in God, argue out your issues with Him, and the issues you think He has with you.

When you come back, keep your devotional life going. If ever you must choose between your spiritual life and your musical goals, choose the former.

Ok, so you did that?

Now, start playing for people that can’t give anything in return. Play for senior citizens that are locked in, play for prisons, play for kids. Don’t play YOU, play what they want to hear. Play it the way they want to hear it, to the best of your ability.

Do nothing but this for awhile.

Never stop doing this.

You are learning to serve.

If you can do this and love doing this and are satisfied with this, feel free to proceed. If after doing this for awhile you feel burnt out and/or ambitious, put your instrument down for a year and try it again. If that doesn’t work, maybe music ain’t your thing.

So moving ahead…

Join a band or group, but join a band that has a purpose (a purpose other than promoting yourself and the band). It could be leading other into worship at church, a community band or choir that plays for veterans and schools, etc. Don’t not lead the band. Not yet.

While playing for this band, work hard on figuring out how you can support the other band members. Be passionate about make others their best. Become a specialist at making others look/sound good. (If you really learn to do this well, you’ll never have to look for a gig.)

Find someone to teach or mentor. Always. Pass on the joy. This will keep you young at heart. You need to experience the excitement of seeing someone play their first note or chord over and over again. It’ll keep your spark alive.

If you do everything above and you’re loving it (and the people who hear you enjoy it too), then I believe God made you a musician. If not, then either you’re too selfish to enjoy anything, or there’s something else out there that’s better for you, quit trying to be a musician, you’re driving yourself and us crazy.

So now, you have a fulfilled musical life and the opportunity arises for you to be the leader. You now have the opportunity to step into the ever treacherous limelight. Don’t throw it all away. Don’t become impressed by yourself. Don’t fall back into trying to serve yourself with your music, it will all disappear so fast. Even if you don’t lose your “career”, you will lose your joy. Which is worse.

So if you lead… and I’m not saying you should, serve your band members, serve your support staff wherever you go, serve the people that listen to you.

I could write a whole nother blog about how to serve. (Yes, I know nother is not a word.) But it’s probably sufficient to say that if you look for every possibility to take care of them, you’ll do a good job and you’ll get better at it.

Matthew 22:36-40
New King James Version (NKJV)
36 “Teacher, which is the great commandment in the law?”
37 Jesus said to him, “‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.’[a]38 This is the first and great commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’[b]40 On these two commandments hang all the Law and the Prophets.”

Frustrated

You always tried to tell me, that you could take a hit
You’d always come up swinging, full of vinegar and spit
I’ve learned to have my doubts, but sometimes I’m still surprised
You went down so easily, and you never tried to rise

I’ll admit I’ve had a fight or two, probably lost more than I’ve won
Tasted blood in my mouth, and thought that I was done
I’ve tried to see through blood and tears, the world as it starts to spin
As I’ve dragged myself home to heal, to get up and fight again

I really hate to kick you, when you’re lying on the ground
But the only thing you’ve hurt is pride, now you’re out without a sound
It’s time to take a look around and quit acting like a kid
Life is leaving you behind, as you throw your little fit

I’m sure somehow you think your right
Somewhere within your head
But you are you’re only enemy
As you draw closer to the edge

Ruby

Life refreshing like a morning’s kiss
Promises made as melodies lift
A song is born, beautiful and free
But the minor third cuts a hole through me

Grief comes on like a sleepless night
The rhythm is lost and the harmonies fight
But I can still hear the melody play through my heart
Peace in the chaos, a song in the dark

I will not look down, the pain is too deep
I cannot look up, as I need time to weep
But I’ll walk through this valley, it’s worth every tear
I’ve chosen to love, so there’s no place for fear
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One drop of hope among a thousand tears
The first deep breath in a hundred years
A small step forward from so far away
My heart will still love through all the pain

CyberChimps